Sometimes, they just can't believe how lucky they are to have each other. A series of one-shots to showcase Booth, Brennan, and everything between them. B/B fluff, occasional angst, emotion, and typical ridiculousness between the duo will ensue.

Author's Note:I've had this idea floating in my head for years. I'll try to be succinct: I've always wanted to write a series off of vocabulary words. The basic premise of that idea has been altered, as I will be writing off of/portraying random adjectives in alphabetical order. Styles, topics, timelines, and genres will change, but one thing will almost always be the same: this is a Booth/Brennan story. Sometimes it may focus more on one character, but it will almost always be fluffy B&B goodness.

I hope you will join me on this twenty-six chapter journey. Without further adieu, the first installment. Thanks for reading! ~ Natty

Setting: Around the last scene of the S6 finale (The Change in the Game).

He wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her everything that was going through his mind in that moment.

He wanted to tell her how happy he was. He wanted to tell her how the two contractions and three words she admitted to him would forever change their lives, but that they made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. He wanted to think of every word in the alphabet to describe his excitement, and maybe make up a few of his own.

He wanted to tell her how certain he was. He heard her hesitation, knew she was weary of his reaction. He wanted to articulate for her how absolutely perfect this was and would be, if not to assure her, then to assure her that he was over-the-moon happy about it.

He wanted to apologize to her. He wanted to apologize for how big of a jerk he had been with the whole Hannah situation. He wanted to convey his regret for taking so long to act on his feelings for her. He wanted to say sorry for whatever reasons she had for being nervous to tell him.

He wanted to tell her how much he loves her. He wanted to tell her how he always knew. He wanted to tell her how crazy she makes him and how crazy he is about her. He wanted to explain how much she means to him. He wanted to tell her that he would be lost without her. He wanted to tell her that he wanted to kiss her.

He wanted to tell her how she makes him feel, and assure her that will never change. He wanted to tell her all the ways he plans on proving himself to her. He was exploding with plans for their future together and for their child, and was dying to tell her every last one.

He wanted to make her believe that he would never leave her, or their child. He needed her to know that he loves her more than anything and would do anything to keep from hurting her. He wanted to re-affirm that she is the only one for him.

But in that moment he knew simple words would work best. He could give her the long, passionate speech about his ardent feelings another time. In that moment, he simply promised, "I'm here."

And that was enough.

She had struggled to tell him. Even with his inadvertent reassurances about her best friend's child, she was still nervous about his response. But, a bigger part of her, the secretly excited part, was dying to tell him.

After she told him her news, she wanted to say so much more. She wanted to tell him everything that was going through her mind in that moment. She wanted to share everything with him.

She wanted to express her happiness to him. She wanted to tell him that, while scared, she felt whole. She wanted to rattle off a bunch of big and little adjectives to explain the excitement forming in her stomach. Not literally, of course, but she knew he would understand.

She wanted to tell him all of her fears. She wanted to tell him why she didn't think she could be a proper mother so he would prove her wrong. She wanted to tell him about the microscopic part of her that felt unsure so he could change her mind.

She wanted to apologize for feeling uncertain, too, for some reason. She wanted to apologize for rejecting him outside of Sweets' office. She wanted to convey her guilt for constantly denying her feelings over the years and hurting him. She wanted to say sorry for being nervous about telling him, because she knew her fear was irrational the second she saw his smile.

She wanted to tell him that she loves him. She wanted to tell him, while irrational that he always knew, that she loves that he did. She wanted to tell him that she might not say it a lot, but that she does love him. She wanted to tell him that she loves that he accepts her for who she is, yet has always supported her to become a better person. She wanted to tell him how much she wanted him to kiss her.

She wanted to tell him how he makes her feel. She wanted to confess about how crazy he can drive her but that she would never exchange those moments between them. She wanted to tell him she wants a future with him, whatever it may hold.

She wanted to thank him, most of all. She wanted to tell him that he always knows what to say. She wanted to tell him that his one contraction and one simple word lifted all of the weight from her shoulders.

While she never had a problem articulating lengthy sentences, she wanted to mirror his simplicity. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, saying "Thank you" into his chest.

And that was enough.

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